e and cabbage, but they like grass
better than anything else; I can not give them enough. The only
cooked food they like is Graham bread and oatmeal mush. Sometimes
they eat oats and apples. My auntie has kept them for fifteen
years, and she never gave them any water. She says if they want
water, they are sick. They are always very sensitive to the cold.

GRACE B. PETERSON.

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NEW YORK CITY.

I have been reading all the letters from little girls and boys
about their pets, and I must tell them about mine. I have a little
kitten named "Buttercup," and she is just as sweet and pretty as
any buttercup that ever grew, and so good and so cunning. She will
jump upon the bureau and watch the canary, and he will peck at her
with his little bill, and she does not even look cross at him, and
we know she would not ruffle a feather for all the world. I wonder
if any other little girl can leave her kitten with her birds, and
know she will not hurt them? And you should see her go to the
mirror and look at herself--just like any lady--and she seems to
think herself so pretty, I am really afraid she is vain. There are
so many other things I could tell about her, but mamma says you
will not print my letter if I write any more.

ELLA SELWYN.

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BRADLEY, MICHIGAN, _February 18_.

I found a willow bush covered with "pussies" yesterday. The
rabbits never run up to me when I whistle, like the one Laura B.
wrote about. They stop and turn around and look at me, and then
they just snap their eyes and scoot.

FRANK C. NOURSE.

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I am only seven years old, and I live way out in Fort Klamath,
Oregon, and I can't write a very good letter, but I like the
stories in YOUNG PEOPLE, and the letters in the Post-office from
little children so much. It is nice to be out here where there is
so much snow to have fun with. I have a pair of snow-shoes, a
little brother, and a pet dog to play with, besides lots of other
things. I don't go to school, because there is no school here, but
I say my lessons to mamma every day.

SOPHIE L. W.

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DAVENPORT, IOWA.

I am going to write this all myself. I have a pony. His name is